Title: Christmas Presents…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 2842
Rating: R, Porn…
Warnings: Passion, Lust, M-Preg…
Beta Queen: BigJ52
Banner: aaa_mazing
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…
Summary: Justin is stunned by Brian’s behavior, but then again it’s so like Brian to have done this…
Chapter Fifteen ~ Really? Really, Brian…
Brian’s still standing in the doorway, looking Connor up and down, not liking what he sees at all. Connor is fidgeting, shifting from one foot to another, looking back at Brian. And as much as Connor is attracted to Brian, and thinks about coming on to him, it’s obvious that Brian’s not at all pleased by his presence.
“Is there something you need? Are you lost?”
Brian will be damned if he’s going to make this easy for Connor. He wishes he never answered Justin’s phone, and the more he looks at Connor the more his jealous streak comes to the surface.
“I’m Connor.”
“Oh?”
“Connor James…”
“Should I know who you are?”
Connor is flabbergasted. Usually everyone gushes over him, becoming speechless and star struck. But it appears that Brian doesn’t have a clue who he is, or what he means to Justin.
“Well, most people recognize me. After all I am famous.”
“Oh? What for? I’ve never heard of you before.”
Connor is completely taken aback, he was sure Brian would put two and two together and finally recognize him.
“Well. I’ve been in several box-office hits.”
“Really? They must have been ‘B’ movies. Because you weren’t in anything I’ve never seen.”
“I guess you don’t get out much.”
“I’m a very busy man. So is there something you want? Or did you just come by to inflate your ego?”
“I came by to see Justin.”
“Oh? You think Justin will be impressed with your fame? Maybe interested in getting your autograph?”
“Justin and I are friends… More than friends...”
“Really? You think so?”
Connor is becoming unnerved. No one’s ever treated him this way. He’s not used to being ignored or unrecognized, and he’s not sure what to do next. Brian didn’t even seem to flinch when he insinuated that he and Justin were lovers.
“I believe he’s expecting me.”
“I highly doubt that. But if you’d like to come in and wait for him, you’re more than welcome.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
Brian leaves Connor in the living room as he excuses himself to finish getting dressed. He answered the door just wearing his jeans. He was still changing from his business meeting when he assumed Justin was at the door. He leaves Connor sitting all alone for about ten minutes, hoping he’ll become more uncomfortable the longer he waits.
And it’s working. Connor is starting to wonder what the fuck he’s doing here. He originally came because he thought that he was head-over-heels in love with Justin. But he knows that’s not really the case. Considering that he was more than willing to throw Justin under the bus, when he thought he had a chance to make it with Brian, now it seems that none of those are valid options for him now.
Brian finally comes back into the room with his laptop. He sits down and starts to send an email off to Ted, letting him know about the new contract that he signed this morning with ‘Wetwear’. Brian looks up at Connor periodically, watching him squirm uncomfortably in his chair. He’s grateful that Justin hasn’t returned just yet. He knows all hell will break loose once he sees Connor here, and his anger is apt to scathe both of them.
“So? What was it you wanted to see Justin about?”
“I need to speak with him in private.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. What I have to say is very personal.”
“Really? Because Justin and I are engaged to be married. We don’t keep secrets from one another, and he’s never mentioned you.”
Connor hesitates, and then decides to take the plunge. He’s sick and tired of being the one feeling uncomfortable. And he wants to see how Brian will react to having his feelings for Justin questioned. After all, Justin had told him that Brian never told him he loved him, and he rarely showed affection.
“Well if you must know, I’ve come to tell Justin how much I love him.”
“Oh?”
He really thought that he’d get more of a reaction from Brian. He’s slightly confused as what to say next.
“He needs a man in his life who’s willing to express his feelings towards him. To take care of him, and provide for him in a manner that he deserves.”
“And just how would you do that?”
“First of all, I’d tell him how much he’s loved. How much I can give him so he’ll know he never has to want for anything from now on. I’m a very wealthy person.”
“Really? I doubt that.”
“I’ll have you know that I’ve been offered a million dollars for my next picture deal.”
“How nice for you. But I made more than that before lunch today. Much, much more…”
Connor’s thrown off his game a little. He actually thought that would have impressed Brian.
“Besides, if you knew Justin at all, you’d know that he’s not interested in how much money a man can make. It’s always been more about what he feels in his heart. The passion and desire that lives in his soul.”
“But I’m willing to tell him those three little words that you’ve never been able to say. I can give him the romance that he so desperately needs.”
“You actually think pretty words and flowers, and floor picnics will be enough for him? He’s been there, done that, and he knows in his heart what he truly wants.”
“You know nothing about romance! If you really loved him, you would have made an effort to have visited him while he was on location. You would have made sure he felt loved and needed. I’m willing to give him everything he needs.”
“Justin knows how I feel… He’s a big boy and I’ll let him decide what and who he wants. I’ll never stand in the way of his happiness; he’ll always be free to follow his heart.”
“You see, that’s the difference between you and me. I’d never let him go, not in a million years…”
“Brian! Just what the fuck is going on in here?”
Oh shit, speak of the devil… Brian’s betrothed has returned just in time to crucify both of them. He looks from Brian to Connor, and then back at Brian. He’s not happy, not happy at all…
“Really? Really, Brian?”
Connor stands and starts to walk towards Justin. Justin glares at him while bouncing Jamie in his arms.
“Oh my God! You… You have a baby?”
“Two babies… and one on the way. But I told you that on the phone, or weren’t you listening to me?”
Connor starts to speak again, moving towards Justin.
“Justin. Justin, I thought we should talk in person.”
Justin puts his hand up in the air. “Not a word. Not one motherfucking word! From either of you!”
He continues to stare at Connor. He’s so angry that if this was a cartoon he’d have steam coming from his ears.
“What part of ‘I don’t want to see you’ don’t you understand?”
“Justin…”
“Shut the fuck up when I’m speaking to you.”
Connor’s in shock, he’s never seen Justin so mad. He sees Brian standing behind Justin, smirking with an ‘I told you so’ expression on his face. He hates how smug Brian is, always so self-assured about his place in Justin’s life.
“I can’t believe you two! I have made it perfectly clear just how I feel about both of you! Just what part don’t you two understand?”
“Justin… Please. I just thought that you should hear what I have to say in person.”
“Why? Why the fuck should I listen to you? You obviously didn’t listen to me!”
Connor just shakes his head, trying to think of something to say.
“Connor! I’m not in love with you! I’m not even in like with you! Nothing’s changed. What we had was just sex, casual sex! Do you hear me? It was just a fuck, nothing special. I don’t want you in my life!”
“I… I don’t believe you!”
“I really don’t give a fuck what you believe.”
Watching Justin ranting and raving, he finally sees how strongly Justin actually feels about Brian. He also sees out of the corner of his eye all the little rainbows that his diamond ring is casting across the walls and ceiling. He feels like a complete fool. He can’t believe that he came here, thinking that Justin wanted him. Wanted him to come charging to his rescue, like a knight in shining armor.
“I guess I should go… I understand now, you two deserve one another. But Justin, if you should ever change your mind…”
“He won’t!”
“Brian!”
“Just go, Connor. I’m never going to change my mind… It was just a fuck, that’s all…”
Connor stands and walks towards the door. In the background he hears Justin start in on Brian.
“Brian! Don’t think I’m finished with you just yet!”
The two of them look into one another’s eyes. Brian has the decency to look ashamed, pulling his lips into his mouth.
“Sometimes I wonder what that fuck is going through your mind?”
“Jus…”
“You just had to know, didn’t you? You had to see for yourself.”
Justin is pacing, angry, and frustrated. He stops abruptly and turns to stare at Brian.
“I need some space…”
With that Justin walks outside and sits on the patio. He picks up his sketch pad and pencils he left out there earlier this morning and starts drawing. Brian stands there, looking out the sliding glass door, wondering how long it will take Justin to calm down and actually talk to him. Yell at him, anything, that he knows how to deal with. This, angry silent treatment is new, and it scares the hell out of him. If they’d just fight and have it out, then they could have makeup sex and everything would be okay.
After a half an hour of reading emails and keeping an eye on Justin, waiting for him to cave, he decides to start packing. They’re leaving tomorrow, so he might as well start organizing everything and getting things ready to be shipped. They’ve bought a lot of things for Jamie, and there’s no way they’ll be able to take it all on the plane.
After another hour goes by he takes a break, making Jamie a bottle. He rocks him to sleep for his afternoon nap. Brian’s bored and nervous so he lies down on the bed, with Jamie resting on his chest and soon they’re both sound asleep. Justin comes in to fix something to eat. He sees them sleeping and his heart goes out to Brian. He can only imagine how stressed out he is. And as angry as he is with Brian, he also knows that it was Brian’s own insecurities that made him do this.
Justin’s POV
I know this stems from Brian’s childhood, and never feeling loved. Always expecting things to fall apart, leaving his heart ripped open and abandoned. But shouldn’t he know by now, just how much I love him? Especially after last night. It was so perfect, so romantic, and his proposal… God, that was the best!
That’s why I’m so angry about seeing Connor here today. But thinking about it, he must have told Connor to come to Florida before yesterday. He must have answered my cell that afternoon Connor kept calling. So why didn’t he just ask me about Connor? Was he waiting for me to tell him about Connor? The reason I didn’t say anything was because to me it didn’t mean anything, so there wasn’t anything to tell.
I stand in the doorway of the bedroom, watching both my boys sleep, and I’m overwhelmed by how much I love them. Glancing at the clock I see that it’s almost six, so I start dinner while I wait for him to wake up. I marinate the steaks, and make vegetable skewers using zucchini, mushrooms, onions, and grape tomatoes. I start the brown rice, knowing that it will take a while. Then I open a bottle of merlot and have a glass. I’m pretty sure one glass won’t hurt the baby.
I’m back sitting out on the patio, watching the sun set across the ocean, and it’s beautiful. I’m a little sad that this is our last night in Florida, and as much as I don’t want to fight anymore I know we need to resolve all this anger and frustration between us. I look up to see him standing in the doorway.
“You’re not still mad at me, are you?”
Justin turns around, then pours Brian a glass of merlot, handing it to him.
“Don’t you know by now how much I love you?”
“Yes. Yes, of course…”
“You know right in the middle of starting to rip you a new one, I realized that you really can’t help yourself. Yet, you had to know I wouldn’t be pleased. But you couldn’t stop yourself, you had to know who your competition was.”
Brian glances at Justin, pleading with his eyes for forgiveness.
“Well? Do you feel better now? Have you gotten it all out of your system, or do you want the graphic details?”
“Justin…”
“He meant nothing to me… Nothing! That’s why I never even brought him up!”
Justin knows looking at Brian that he is actually jealous. He almost wants to laugh. ‘The Great Brian Kinney’ jealous of some cheesy actor. He watches Brian’s face, as he pulls his lips into his mouth, then pokes his tongue in his cheek.
Justin shakes his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
It’s then that Brian smirks, moving towards Justin, taking him into his arms.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess there was a part of me that was worried that you only stayed with me because… You know, because of Jamie.”
“The Great Brian Kinney is sorry? You don’t do sorry!”
“This time it’s true. I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He looks Brian in the eyes, and he can’t help thinking that it’s totally sweet that Brian is jealous.
“Come here…”
That’s all it took. The two of them are in each other’s arms, holding each other tight.
“I love you, Brian. But you drive me absolutely insane sometimes.”
“I love you too, Sunshine… I guess you’re right. I did just have to know who this bastard was, who thought he could just show up, and you’d run into his arms.”
“I wouldn’t… I’m done running away from you. The only arms I’m going to run into are yours…”
“Now why don’t I show you, just how much I love you.”
Brian’s POV
Round One: After turning off the oven and stove, Justin takes my hand, walking us into the bedroom. Soon we’re both naked and writhing, unable to get enough of one another. All we feel now is our love for one another. All the anger and stress has disappeared, replaced with intense passion.
It’s fast and hard, we both need it this way. Today has been very stressful, and now we just need to be connected. To be as one, loving the feeling of our flesh hot and silky, gliding all over each other. Every motion is heightened by the next, there’s nothing like it. No one has even come close to what we have and what we feel for one another. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, knowing each other so well, being able to anticipate each other’s needs, and desires. We’re both flooded with pheromones, and feeding off one another. Our passion is so strong, and we both know that no one will ever come between us, our love can survive anything.
I’m close, on fire, and falling over the edge, as I hammer his prostate. Our bodies are shaking with pleasure, as his slicks walls squeeze and release my cock, pulling me with him as our orgasms consume us. It’s almost too much, I feel like we’re fused together as one. Our bodies quake with ecstasy on a high I never want to come down from.
Round Two: I flip him over on his back, and his legs naturally curl around my waist; he’s excited, barely having come down from our last romp. My cum is coating him inside out, creating a silky friction as I pump and thrust. He’s already crying out my name, as tremors vibrate throughout. He’s purring like a kitten, making all kinds of little noises, squealing, and thrashing his head across the pillow.
I love it when he’s like this. So open, so vulnerable, every reaction is intensified as I assault all his senses. His lip is quivering, as his eyes practically roll back in his head. My boy is writhing as his orgasm washes over him again, and again. I follow close behind, holding him tight against my body as we both shudder with pleasure, floating someplace close to heaven… God, I love him so much…
TBC…
